The child has died
Never knew he cried
Prepare to mourn
Its cold outside
Prepare to bury
The memories alive
The child has gone
Before he turned stone
You never noticed
How he wouldn't respond
Never did you know
The child was alone
The child has left
O! He was adept
At anything he learnt
With pain he crept
At all of those
Ugly steps
Let him go
To the land of snow
Where he might never
Have to sow
The fruit of your sins
Where he might grow.
Oh! let him live!
Oh! let him go!
Cennet Nur - 01. 03. 2020
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Emotions In Verse
PoetryA collection of poems that are imbued with my ephemeral emotions. A tintinabulation of my heart's desires, strengths, weaknesses and what I want the world to see in me and themselves. #35 in verse out of 2.25k stories Constructive criticism is appre...
